Baton Rouge, LA Maria slid her dress over her head, and wiggled as she pulled it down and straightened it. Sitting on the bed she slid her feet into her new black, slingback pumps, and headed to the bathroom where she stood staring into the mirror, waves of black pin curls cascading to her shoulders, always meticulous, she methodically put on her makeup. As Maria leaned forward to apply mascara, she remembered her mothers favorite advice, ‘Maria, always look your best dear, you never know whom you’re going meet.’ Stepping back, she turned, side to side, dress swirling as she checked out her profile and applied a final touch of rose red lipstick, blending perfectly with her new floral spring dress. Not bothering to close the hotel door, …show more content…
About eight seconds. It also gave Jenn’s 325 BioTechnicians centralized access to the 150,000 TransCubes dotting the US. Jenn had to hurry, she was in Chicago, 670 miles east, visiting her parents. Being summoned back to headquarters two days early wasn’t part of her vacation itinerary. It was 7:30, she had thirty minutes, and with her Employee VIP pass, she had just enough time to get there. *** Lebanon, KS: Davison 3 Jenn hurried into the conference room at 7:59, a little un-caffeinated, and her blonde hair thrown into a trendy messy bun. Her face was makeup free, but presentable. All the other managers were seated with their corporate faces on. She slipped into her chair two seconds before the video call came through with the stoic faces of the Board of Directors filling the 150” display. Baton Rouge, LA: 10:45 am Of the city’s 200 TransCube stations, Maria’s phone app directed her to 49th & Laurel location. She looked stunning as she descended the steps, heels clicking rhythmically on the polished concrete. There was six people waiting in line, some held their allowable 12”x12” travel cube and some had it sitting beside them. Maria joined the line, and estimated the wait time; thirty seconds through the 3D security scanner, ten seconds of proton acceleration and an average of eight seconds of disappearing. About forty-eight seconds per person. Maybe five minutes total she thought as she watched the next person pick up their
Ms. Samantha tied back her reddish-brownish hair that is curly, long, and very messy. She put it into a ponytail.
Walking out of the bathroom, she picked up the sweater she’d worn yesterday, and slipped it on, gently pulling her long blonde hair out from underneath the back of the sweater.
Her bare feet slipped onto the ground, finding her shoes and sliding in. She stood and stretched her arms upwards, bending slightly backwards then rolling
Liv decided being cooped up in my room isn't going to prove anything, so she gave me a makeover. She did my hair and makeup and made me get dressed. I'm wearing my favorite black leggings, a floral, elbow length, shirt and a black beanie with my favorite pink vans. Liv gave me a smokey eye and eyeliner with bronzer under my cheeks. My hair was a mixture of curls a waves down my back.
carefully on her hair, penciled her eyebrows and rouged her lips." All of this is
Odette rubbed her sweaty palms on her gray cotton dress, cleared her throat and stammered,
She sat up and stretched her arms above her. She looked around the room as she stood up.
"Oh, my." The woman's jaw dropped when she laid eyes on Mirella in her all her youth and finery. "Ain't you a pretty one, and such a dress, I've never seen.
Eventually, I hear Andrea call from the dining area. “Dinner is ready! And Molly, may I have a word with you?” I’m shocked when I glance at the clock to see that two hours have passed. Talking with Josie came so easily and naturally, like I was catching up with an old friend. I hug Josie goodbye and thank her for her hard work on my newly styled hairdo. To some, it may have just looked like an uneven braid, but to me and Josie, my hair resembled that of a glamorous
The two men accepted and then took a moment to examine her rather large dressing room. Madame Giry merely sat down and waited for them to begin.
The long, hot shower was exactly what she needed. She took her time, washed her hair and shaved. When she returned to her room wearing only a towel, she wasn’t alone. Cameron had showered and was sprawled naked across the bed.
Andrew Carnegie’s “The Gospel of Wealth” and Samuel Gompers’ letter to Judge Peter Grosscup offer different opinions concerning the course that people of different economic standings should take in regards to power and social stature. However, both works mean to steer society in what seems to be opposite directions. Carnegie focuses more on how the wealthy in the society should take the seemingly philanthropic approach whereas Gompers’ offers a more organizational and structured point of view.
Realizing that she was snapchatting her friends for 15 minutes, she jumps out of bed. Popularity washes her face and goes straight to applying her makeup: foundation, concealer, mascara, eyebrow powder, eyeliner, blush, and lipgloss. She brushes her straightened hair out and walks to her closet to find an outfit. Her eyes wander until she finds a light blue Forever 21 t-shirt and a black Hollister skater skirt. She slips on her Vans and grabs her backpack.
Jade was all ready to leave. She was stretched, warmed up, and her hair was in a perfect bun.